I awake at 2am, worried about something . . .somethings . . .which are two very important people. Eyes open I pray. . .pray that all is well with both and that this week will bring good news. The wind picks up and with it the waves of the big lake just a block away. … Continue reading The Wind and the Waves
Born a white pine, Lashed by the wind that blows, From Lake Michigan to Erie, The sapling uprooted interred, Into a vessel small. And willingly, for the sake of becoming an ideal, Allowed its limbs to be trained, Wrapped in wire, angled. Clipped and mangled. Striking a pose, a near permanent fix, The Six-Foot Bonsai was … Continue reading The Six-Foot Bonsai
Yuki is a strong Japanese woman. My sister from another mother-- I've never seen her cry. On the other hand, she's seen the worst of me. The most unlikely of friends, Yuki and I met in the summer of 1979 when I was fifteen; she a year older. While Yuki was tiny and quiet. . … Continue reading Portrait of a Strong Japanese Woman
Toyo was his idol. Barely able to speak since the onset of something resembling dementia, her grandson relied on the old woman's expressive eyes to understand. With telepathic abilities he knew when she needed a softer floor cushion and dialed the TV to her favorite sport sumo. "Right Man," the justified but unjustifiable name given … Continue reading 500 Years to Ashes: The Death of a Family Line
Tiny homes are cute for sure but let's face it, two mature, large-boned adults might find it hard to cohabitate in something smaller than a bread box. For those who have doubts about living in small quarters why not try a more practical size? It just so happens that my husband and I own a … Continue reading Against Trend Tiny
James 2:4 (ESV) “Have you not then made distinctions among yourselves and become judges with evil thoughts?” A Honky on the “Black Side”
"Should I turn my ice maker off at night?" the frail voice at the other end of the phone inquired. "I don't think so. Why would you want to?" I asked. Without giving the lady time to answer my question I attempted to control the call. "Do you happen to have the model number for your … Continue reading When Jesus Calls Customer Service
Thank You for allowing me to return to You on my own accord. Since I was five-- that time when You held me for a brief while, I wondered if You were real . . . if the scene that played over in my mind was true and was not in fact some traumatic mirage. … Continue reading My Accord
Lives Lines matter. Where there are clear, solid lines without breaks or dashes to pass through there is division. Where there is division there is an "other." Where there is an "other" there is almost always disparity, misunderstanding and distrust. Fifteen years ago I naively walked smack dab into a powder keg of racial tension when … Continue reading Honky on the “Black Side”
Spiritual neutrality is non-committal and if you were the all -knowing creator of this universe how would this sit with you? If your children denied your existence and the direction you provided– attributed what you said to some general feel-good meme . . . how would you take it?
Humans were placed on the same boat (this earth) with diversity– physical diversity, circumstantial diversity and more. And although we may flounder and feel like orphans, we were provided a cox, the embodiment of God, to help us row together and win as one race (the human one). If we do not listen and trust Jesus Christ our rowing team will fall apart and our boat will turn in circles. Let’s not pussyfoot around the matter! There is an ultimate truth.
Please read the entire post linked below from “Beautybeyondbones.” She is a beautiful young Christian lady with a great heart. Her perspective reflects God’s love and is thought provoking. If you wonder what’s wrong with this world please read!
If you want to know what’s going on in the world, just look at graffiti.
I swear, take a walk through the Lower East Side of New York, and you’ll get a better and more accurate depiction of the issues than even Buzzfeed will report.
And let’s be honest here: I love a good street art display. Banksy has taken the possibilities of a spray can from a crude gang tag, to a high concept art instillation. While all the while remaining anonymous…and dodging the law.
#goals…except the whole breaking the law part lol
Because it reflected, what I personally believe, is the most detrimental way of thinking, that frankly is F-ing a lot of things up.
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